Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.